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To the Mother of Jesus, I dedicate 
these poems, in grateful, loving ap- 
preciation of the priceless graces she 
has obtained for me. 

DOLOROSA 

A Sister of Mercy 



COPYRIGHTED 1920 



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MERCY 



Many the acts of tender care, 

Each one is a gentle prayer; 

Rising from flowers of mercy and love, 

Culled in the Master's garden above, 

Yet lowly, and oh, so fair. 



HEART'S EASE 

Did you ever find them 
Sweet flowers fragrant true; 
Growing by the wayside 
'Midst the thorns for you? 

And how oft their sweetness 
Made you e'er forget, 
Something of the sorrows 
Of the trials that you met. 

Thank the Master for them 
Bless His loveing care, 
For these lovely messengers 
That greet you everywhere. 



SUNSET HOUR 

daddy when the sunset's glow 
Is tingeing earth with colors bright, 
My thoughts my heart go turning home 
And rest again with you tonight. 

Over the hills dear daddy, 

So silently now you sleep ; 

There where the wild flowers ever bloom 

And grasses wave so deep. 

Over the hills I wander, 
Beside you in spirit to rest ; 
And daddy my heart finds comfort 
In this hour I love the best. 



HEARTS AND FLOWERS 

Dear little flowers faded and old 

Yet the thoughts they bring to me, 

Of hearts that I love, now silent and still 

In the sleep of Eternity. 



THE CALL 



Out of the silent dusk, 
A message pure and clear, 
Calling a loving heart 
From friends and home so dear. 

Brave soldier lad we love you 
Wherever you are tonight ; 
Be it deep in the crowded city 
Or 'neath the stars so bright. 

Remember that we are thinking 
We're praying each hour for you, 
And we're proud of our soldier boy 
And his loyal heart so true. 



VOWS ETERNAL 

Remember that He has claimed you, 

That you are His Own forever, 

Spouse of the King, Whom the Angels serve 

Sweet bond that death cannot sever. 



THE ECHO OF MY HEART 

Somewhere I know dearest heart 
The same stars shining bright ; 
Are breathing o'er you lovingly 
A watchful care tonight. 

Somewhere the same bright morning sun 
That wakens me each day; 
Is shining too on one I love 
In distant climes away. 

Some day the battle's din and roar 
Must cease and then dear heart, 
I know not how or when or where. 
We meet no more to part. 



THE BUGLE'S LAST FAREWELL 

Bugles are blowing softly 
Their notes are pure and clear; 
How tenderly, sweetly they're telling 
Of hearts that we hold so dear. 

Still are the hearts so merry 

For love of their country true ; 

Steadfast and brave and loyal 

To the call of the Red, White and Blue. 

Bugles are blowing now sadly 

Yet unanswered their call must be 

For the soldier boys sleep so silently now 

Whose lives were given for thee. 

Just sleeping they wait for the bugle 
Shall waken each loving heart ; 
And then shall we know our own again, 
Shall know them and never part. 



REST 

Only to kneel before Thy throne, 
There falteringly to plead; 
Only to tell how this heart of mine 
Doth daily toil and bleed. 

Only to feel Thy own dear heart 
Doth know and care for me ; 
Only to rest, dear Jesus, 
With Thee eternally. 



OUR LADY OF PEACE 

Sweetly there echoes o'er valley and plain 
The beautiful message of peace; 
No more shall we feel the anger of God, 
The turmoil of battle shall cease. 

Ave Maria, sweet Lady of Peace 

Blest be thou, Virgin fair ; 

Joyously now the angels sing, 

And intone our hearts grateful prayer. 



MOTHER LOVE 

I knew not what this gift divine 
Had ever meant to me ; 
Until I heard the Master's call 
And sped away from thee. 

I know it now this gift sublime 

That wakens in my heart ; 

Fond dreams of her, from whom I thought 

That I should never part. 

Each day it grows more beautiful 
And oft so oft I pray ; 
The One Who gave this love to me 
Shall all her love repay. 



MODELED OF CLAY 

You formed and fashioned it, Master, 
From out of the worthless clay; 
Your will alone was it's being; 
Forth to the light of day. 

You knew it was frail and changing, 
And subject to death and still 
You blessed it with Your Image, 
Which should remain, until 

This being of Your creation 
To repay Your love should return ; 
Either to bless and love its God 
Or else His love to spurn. 

Devoid in itself of beauty 
Till You placed Your impress there ; 
It left you a thing of beauty 
Chastened and pure and fair. 

Shall it return as you sent it 
Forth to existence below, 
Or shall it of sin's awfulness 
And deadly potion know? 

Remember you formed and fashioned it 
Your masterwork ever as such, 
May it remain responsive 
To the Master Artist's touch. 

Modeled of clay, yet sinless 
Forever in time may it be, 
'Till it meets again its Artist 
And rests in Eternity. 



TEMPEST OF THE HEART 

Take from my soul, My God, I plead, 
The darkness of the night; 
Lest filled with deepness of despair 
It should not know Thy light. 

0, that Thy hand so loving 

Shouldst guide me thru it all ; 

'Til clasping, Lord, Thy nail-pierced feet 

In silent awe to fall. 



IMMORTAL LOVE 

There are beautiful things in this world of ours, 
There are memories pure and dear ; 

And fragrances sweet to linger 
O'er our stormy pathway here. 

And there is a priceless treasure 

With this 1 we could not part ; 
'Tis sweetest and best of the Master's gifts 

'Tis love of a mother's heart. 



AMO CHRISTUM 

Thou hast called, dearest Master, 
And Thine own the call hast heard; 

Left unshed the bitter teardrops 
Left unspoken the last word. 

Severed are the links that bound me 
Hearts that gave my all to me ; 

On the altar of my holocaust, 
I have offered up to Thee. 

Earthly flowers they have vanished 
And the thorny way is mine ; 

Yet the thorns bring joy and sweetness 
For I know that they were Thine. 

Love and sacrifice, Ah, wonder, 

That the Thorn-crowned Kings desire 

Fills the lowliest of His creatures 
With a flame of love 's pure fire. 

Amo Christum though the tempest 
Rend this frail and changing heart 

In the footsteps of the Master 
Naught but love shall have a part. 



OUR YESTERDAYS 

Yesterday a memory fair, 
That grew into today; 
Where souls have met and parted 
And crossed on life's wide way. 

Oft times 'tis true I wondered 
Could yesterdays but be 
Just for a little while todays 
How wonderful 'twould be. 

Perchance then yesterdays would not 
The same dear joys have brought ; 
And too the hardest lessons learned, 
Had never then been taught. 

Perhaps if yesterday could e'er 
Be changed into today; 
I wonder if we'd live it o'er 
In just the same old way? 



I MISS YOU 



I miss you, dear, at evening, 
When shadows gently fall ; 

When memories dear and tender 
Have bound me in their thrall. 

I miss the smile so cheery 

The eyes of merry blue ; 
dearest one, at evening, 

Come loving thoughts of you. 

And with them comes the yearning 

To have you ever near; 
And 0, what joy to feel again 

If you were only here. 



ECCE HOMO 



0, Man of Sorrows, bruised and torn 
Your sacred brow I see; 

Crowned with sharp thorns and causing Thee, 
A painful agony. 

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TABERNACLE ROSES 

roses fair bent round God's throne 
In adoration low ; 

How beautiful this priceless grace 
His sweetest gifts to know. 

To live for Him, to die for Him, 

That were a joy indeed ; 
To see the many hearts that come 

In silent hours to plead. 

To hear the words soft whispered 
Each grace imparted here; 

Oh ! Roses fair, I envy thee, 
Around His home so dear. 

Bloom on sweet roses fragrant, 
And whisper low this prayer; 

1 too would gladly live and die 

Before His altar there. 



THE WANDERER'S NIGHT SONG 

The shadows gather, mavourneen, 

It is so chill; 
A strangeness is around me 

My heart doth fill. 

What is it drawing near me 

From far off shore ; 
Is it the lonely messenger of death? 

Ah then, no more 

Shall weary heart be pining 

For loved ones dear ; 
But soon beyond the vale of death 

They shall appear. 

The shadows deepen, mavourneen, 

Ah, true 'tis night 
And dimmer now all things have grown, 

Soon gone from sight. 

Farewell to thee, mavourneen, 

I go alone. 
Pray thou my soul is safe with Him, 

To whom its fate is known. 



THE HILLS 

Ah, memory paints them beautiful, 

The hills so far away ; 
I visit them in spirit 

And pure delight each day. 

The beautiful, the silent hills, 

Beyond the city's thrall; 
In lonely hours, in suffering, 

My weary heart they call. 

So splendid in their majesty, 
Towering high and strong; 

Like valiant watchers there they stand 
As years swift roll along. 

The golden sunset floods them o'er 
And gilds them with its hues; 

The twilight shadows linger long 
And whisper sweet adieus. 

In childhood years they lured me 

Now dearer they are still ; 
They claim a part of mind and soul 

A mission they fulfill. 

They greet each new-born season, 
Whose radiant garb so fair; 

They don with regal dignity, 
Like princely monarchs there. 

I may not see them once again 

But they are dear to me 
There memories deep are clearly writ 

In my heart's memory. 



THE DIVINE SHEPHERD 

In thorny ways He seeks them, 
He loves each wayward sheep, 
He does not count the suffering 
Although the thorns cut deep. 

No way unsearched He seeks them 
Until He finds His Own ; 
Each little one though bruised and torn, 
His heart pierced by their moan. 

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ALONE WITH GOD 

O'er is the day of labour 

And lo ! the hour of rest, 
Bids me to think, and thinking see 

If I have done my best. 

Another day and I am found 

Nearer Eternity; 
Perhaps my last, I cannot know 

How soon the last shall be. 

I kneel before you Jesus, 

My crucifix in hand; 
I see the failures of today 

Yet know you understand. 

Impatient oft, dear Master, 
Yet you were kind to all; 

How oft Your blessed words I hear 
Your charity recall. 

Some were unkind and thoughtless 
Harsh words that were not meant, 

Yet Thou permittest, dearest Lord, 
For these from you were sent. 

That storm and trial must follow 
To prove that love is true ; 

Weary tonight and tired, 
Your own has come to You. 

Yes, Lord Your own forever, 

Nor tempest can destroy 
The love that bids me serve the king, 

And merit Heaven's joy. 

Your Own though frail and sinful, 
As such long claimed dear God ; 

Privileged to learn the way 
The Crucified here trod. 

I kiss the Sacred Hands and Feet 
The heart that bled for me ; 

Forgiveness, Lord, and graces new 
To love and follow Thee. 

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BENEATH THE SANCTUARY LAMP 

Just to forget the weariness 
A little while tonight ; 
Just to forget the suffering 
To banish it from sight. 

Just to be alone 
To dwell apart ; 
To let a restful peace 
Reign in my heart. 

Just to forget life's tragedies, 
The things that are ; 
To feel that sorrow's way 
From mine is far. 

Ah, just to ease the heartache, 
Tonight that I may feel 
The strange sweet restfulness of peace 
Upon me steal. 



MY CRUCIFIX 

One little treasure so priceless, 

A crucifix worn and old, 
More precious this gift I love so 

Than wealth of fairest gold. 

It has shared each joy and sorrow 
Each hope, each joy that arose; 

And the peace and love in His service 
Only that crucifix knows. 



HOPE 



Ah what if the idols crumble 

Though once to the heart they were dear, 

If it lead me nearer the Master 

Why should this poor heart fear? 

Better they crumble if they be false 
Then lead me to know the wrong ; 
Better that Hope should reecho 
A sweeter newer song. 

Then crumble away e'en to the dust 
Though the ache and the pain be keen; 
Make room that a nobler idol 
Through the mists and the tears be seen. 

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OUT OF THE DEPTHS 

I have resisted the modeling 

The impress, the seal divine; 

That the Sacred Hands held out to me 

And the voice that said "Thou art Mine." 

I feared the imprint sweet Jesus, 

The crown of thorns, the scorn; 

But I was bought and claimed with these, 

And Thou their shame hast borne. 

My dearest Lord forgive me, 
For I have caused Thee pain ; 
With all my heart I come to Thee, 
Oh close let me remain. 

'Twill mean of suffering Master, 
The Cross, Thy part for me, 
The crucifixion I must know 
But Tis for love of Thee. 



MY ROSARY 



It came to me 

From o'er the sea, 

And I love it well, 

How many a sorrow on it was told, 

As days and years and months swift rolled, 

No one can tell. 

A little treasure 

Dear beyond measure, 

From one, a priest God's Own, 

'Tis sweet to me, 

My Rosary 

Its giver yet unknown. 

In distant land, 

His priestly hand 

Sent fourth a blessing rare, 

How oft I yearn 

To make return, 

Yet only can be prayer. 



BREAD OF ANGELS 

I adore The Bread of Angels 
Eucharistic God, Divine, 

May Thy soul's sweet charity 
Enkindled be in mine. 

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NEARING HOME 

Sweet Mother if the light must fail, 
And twilight find me near 
The portals of Eternity, 
I ever long for here, 

Dear Mother give my love to those 
Fond hearts that wait below; 
And may they of your blessed peace 
And heavenly comfort know. 

O if the sunset 's fading glow — 
Tonight the last I see ; 
Sweet Mother grant this earnest prayer 
To be in heaven near Thee. 



ACROSS THE TIDE 

Beautiful now is the sunset's glow 
In the land that is oh so fair ; 
Where nature reveals her beauty 
In brightest splendor there. 

Oh, land of sunshine and flowers 
Where he, whom we love best of all ; 
Lies sleeping afar from his own so dear 
And waiting for the last call, 

There's a strange and wistful yearning 
Grown deeper and oft we pray ; 
For he, our own loved brother 
Who rests so far away. 

Were there not oft in the twilight 
Thoughts of those loved best, your own; 
Whom you left in the dear home forever 
Ere you went to that land all unknown? 

And when in the last hour of anguish 
Your soul from this life was free, 
Who knows what passed in that hour 
Betwixt the Master and thee. 

Though you rest in the land of the fairest 
In spirit we kneel by your grave ; 
Whispering oft fond Aves 
For the dear one, whose presence we crave. 

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AM THY REWARD EXCEEDING GREAT 

Some day each step you took for Him 
Rewarded shall be ; 
Each little act of kindness done 
In His Eternity. 

Someday each word of comfort 
You spoke unto His own, 
In letters and of purest gold 
Shall on His Heart be shown. 

Some day the toil and suffering 
Long past shall be revealed, 
And hopes and dreams long buried 
Shall be unsealed. 

Some day the Master who you saw 
And served here in His poor, 
Himself will give to one who choose 
To suffer and endure. 

Some day that Jesus Whom you love 
And long for ardently, 
Shall call you to His Sacred Heart 
To rest eternally. 



THE DOLOROUS WAY 

Not the joy of the Resurrection 
On that glorious Easter morn ; 
But the dolors sad of Calvary 
And their memories forlorn. 

In the bloody footsteps 

Of the Spouse divine, 

Pointing to the heights of Calvary, 

This His lesson, clear, sublime. 

There with Him, the Crucifixion, 
'Midst the darkness and the gloom ; 
There far buried in the coldness, 
And the silence of the tomb. 

Ere I see the risen Saviour 
Hear the voice I long to hear; 
Calling me to dwell forever 
In that Sacred Heart so dear. 

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THE ARTIST BRUSH 

You model and sketch anew. 
Of the Artist 's soul so true ; 
Each loving thought of his noble heart 
You, little brush are the mirror 
What wonderful thoughts you bring us 
At the touch of his loving hand; 
Dear little brush, what wealth of joy- 
Is found in his command. 



THE OLD HOME 

'Tis a quite spot where memory 
Doth linger oft and muse ; 
The little home beneath the hills 
All flooded with sunset hues. 

'Tis a peaceful spot I'm longing 
To see it just once more ; 
To feel and live those girlhood hours 
Swift spent in days of yore. 

The woods in spring time verdant, 
With wild flowers overgrown; 
So strangely sweet and beauteous 
As none since ever known. 

Dear little home I love you, 
Each wood and stream and rill; 
Doth claim a part deep in my heart 
None other shall refill. 

I wonder oft if ever 
The old old home shall I see — 
Or shall it be but just a hope, 
A blessed memory. 



TOYS 

Only a toy, a worthless thing, 

Ah, yes, a toy you say ; 

But I clung to it long with fond delight, 

Ere I spurned it and flung it away. 

Only a toy, yet it took away 

The best that I owed to Thee ; 

And it tarnished the love, once fair and true 

That shone with such purity. 

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EXEMPLAR DIVINE 

Yes the thorn-crowned Head, and deep pierced side, 
Must the Spouse of the Crucified know; 
And the. Sacred Hands and Feet divine, 
Bathed in their own ruddy glow. 

And the cruel scourge, and the bitter scorn, 
Reflected oft she will see ; 
If she follow Him close and bear the Cross 
To the summit of Calvary. 

She will feel the shame and anguish 
That He felt in His Sacred Heart, 
But she will rejoice in heaven; 
That she suffered with Him a part. 



GOD WILLS IT SO 

My child, rebel not 

'Tis His Will ; 

But cease those useless pinings, 

Let " Peace be Still." 

Reign o'er the weary spirit 

And calm thy heart ; 

His message sweet will newer strength 

To thee impart. 



THE DEAR FRIEND IN THE CHAIR 

I see you oft dear Sister 

Dear friend in the chair; 

In the hallowed moments when I kneel 

Before His throne in prayer. 

Victim of love, the Master's own 
A mission divine you fill, 
A loving holocaust ever consumed 
In the flame of the Master's Will. 

He seeks in thy sufferings atonement 
For iaults of His Own He loves well ; 
With patient gentle fidelity, 
The love for the Master you tell. 

How long ere He calls you we know not, 
But in His on good time ; 

We know you shall cease from your sufferings 
Gifts of His gift, sublime. 
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BUT THY LOVE AND THY GRACE 

There's never a sorrow or anguish 
That Thy hand cannot efface; 
There's never a trial but passes away 
As I murmer "Thy Love and Thy Grace.' 1 

Unworthy I am dear Jesus 

This grace to be Thine Own ; 

But Thy love and Thy grace shall keep me 

Just living for Thee alone. 

In life or in death what matter, 
I shall one day see Thy Face* — 
Shall thank Thee, ever eternally, 
For these, Thy Love, and Thy Grace. 



TREASURE DIVINE 

Down deep in the earth, 
Buried far, it lay; 
None knew of its worth ; 
They flung it away. 

Then out to the light 
Someone brought it to see, 
What this valueless clod, 
This lump might be. 

Kind hands examined it 

oft and lo ; 
Refinement from dross 
Did the mass soon know. 

Cleansed pure from all dross 
In beauty it shone ; 
And there on the very Master's 
throne. 

A simple chalice 
Of purest gold, 
Did the Saviour's Body 
and Blood then hold. 

Once a worthless thing 
Now it remains, 
Where the God of heaven 
And earth here reigns. 

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MOTHER OF JESUS 

Mother of Jesus, come to me ; 
When the shadows of death are near, 
Guide me safe through the gruesome night 
That I may know no fear. 

Mother of Jesus, plead for me 
When the portals of heaven open wide ; 
When I stand before the Master Judge 
For me, the Crucified. 

Mother of Jesus, pray for me 

That I may ne'er depart 

From the way marked out for me that leads 

Straight to His Sacred Heart. 



SISTER MARY MARGARET 

From o 'er the sea you came to us 
From the dear Isle far away; 
With heart of love and happiness 
To guide you on life's way. 

In the steps of the loved Master 
Close to the dear Sacred Heart ; 
Little we wonder that you were glad 
When His Voice called you to depart. 

The years of sufferings and labours 
Where many yet choice for you; 
Ah, that we knew, as now you know 
The value of suffering, true. 

The land of the Shamrocks claims you 
Though you rest 'neath a stranger sky ; 
For Angels of Erin were calling 
And watching their loved one die. 

I doubt not that you have seen it 
And the dear ones o'er the sea; 
In the land of thy birth and childhood 
By the light of Eternity. 

And Faith that is true and eternal 
Tells us your joy we shall know ; 
When we, too, hear the Shepherd's voice 
And with Him homeward go. 

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FATHER SCHMITT 

He sleeps, they say, the noble priest 
The friend to those in need; 
The silent, the eternal sleep, 
Yet how we feel his need. 

A laborer in the vineyard 
Who sought the wayward sheep; 
Who followed them and led them back 
From haunts of sin so deep. 

And as the Master Whom he loved, 
He healed each bleeding heart, 
Father and tender comforter, 
This was his chosen part. 

Devoted to His service 
Through years that slipped away ; 
What grateful hearts his memory 
Must bless in prayer today. 

Kind guardian of the youthful hearts 
In whom all trust we placed; 
How loyally their pledge was kept, 
'Till death his care effaced. 

And may he rest from labors long, 
May angel voices sing; 
Sweet welcomes to the pastor loved 
From Heaven's eternal King. 

May He, Who called him first and last 
Reward him with His Love ; 
The promise of the Master 
To reign with Him above. 



CONSECRATION 

Ah, blest be the hour He called you, 
From your own, yes blest be the day; 
When Jesus of Nazareth called you 
As He passed you on your way. 

You shall follow the way He showed you 
So dear to His Sacred Heart ; 
And share in His joys and His sorrows 
His labors of love, a part. 

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THOU SHALT ATONE 

Spotless and pure, a noble thing 
Not of the sod, 

Untainted, unstained, a gift divine 
And this from God. 

Arise my soul, true thou wer't deigned 

For heaven, alone. 

In love and gratitude, arise 

And swift atone. 

Thy robe of spotless iimocence, once fair 
And 0, so white ; 
Needs now be cleansed and freed 
From sin's dark blight. 



CONSECRATED HANDS 

hands I envy thee 
So precious in God's sight; 
Bringing down from heaven 
Our King of Love and Might. 

Who deigns in this great mystery 
A gift divine to give ; 
That in and for Him only 
Forever we might live. 

0, Mary keep them spotless 
And free from aught and stain ; 
And may the Hands of Jesus, 
Their Model e'er remain. 



SANCTIFICATION 

There is a silent valley 

We pass in the journey's way; 

You may pass through the valley tomorrow, 

You may pass through the valley today. 

But you must know the valley 
And alone, save yourself and God; 
You must go the way that lies before; 

As yet for you untrod. 

You will be glad, for the suffering 
Will one day cease for you ; 
And oh, the joy and the blessed peace 
When you have passed it through. 

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GOD'S GIFT OF FAITH 

Out of nothingness into the light 

Away from the gloom and dead of night ; 

Ever to know and follow Thee, 

Through untold ages eternally, 

Ever to see the Master's Face, 

Ever to know ' twas His Love and His Grace. 



FLOWERS OF PARADISE 

There's many a fragrant message 
To send to those dear to our hearts ; 
But the sweetest fragrance that e'er has 

been known, 
Is that which fond prayer imparts. 



THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS. 

Journeying on through this vale of tears 
Let us often meet dear heart ; 
In the shadow of the cross to learn 
The joys 'twill e'er impart. 



LEAVES 



I gathered wild flowers in springtime 

To deck the altar fair ; 

In summer the roses fragrant 

My offering to you there. 

'Tis Autumn, now and the flowers 

Have gone, and naught is left; 

Save the radiant leaves that murmur farewell 

To the woodlands soon bereft. 

I have gathered the leaves in their splendor, 
And brought them to thee to say; 
'tis all I have for my offering, 
Humble and poor today. 

Only fresh garlands of Autumn leaves', 
And soon they are gone from sight, 
Fading, yes, and withering fast 
At touch of the season's blight. 

The Autumn leaves are dying now 
There murmurings plaintive, I hear; 
' ' We leave you with this message 
Of sentinel hours dear." 

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SIMPLICITY 

You gave them to me, dearest Mother, 
The little ones I love; 
With childish eyes they seem to gaze 
Into a world above. 

Oh, the beauty of the little souls 
Expressive in wondering eyes; 
As o'er the vista of a new strange world, 
They gaze in deep surprise. 

They are so pure I love them, 
Dear little hearts that grow 
In the garden of a wicked world, 
Nor yet its poisons know. 

And if only I might keep them, 
Just as they are today; 
I leave them Mother, Mary 
With you, I watch and pray. 

'Twas sweet to learn the language 
Of heaven from each little heart ; 
Yet 'twas hard to learn to love them 
And then in sorrow part. 



HAD I BUT KNOWN 

Had I but loved Thee, better 
For me no deep regret ; 
But years of careless labour 
Can I forget? 

Thoughtless, you say, impulsive, 
Full well I know ; 
But in the Master's service 
Shall this be so? 

Forgive, Lord, list, Thy servant 
For mercy pleads ; 
And turns to Thee to save Him 
In His great need 

Rabboni, that this heart had known 
Thy love before, 
It had not now such deep regrets, 
Those years of yore. 

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IN MEMORY OF REV. FR. MILLER 

Another heart at rest 

Sleeping beneath the sod; 
Who answered the clear summons 

Of His Master and His God. 

He lies at rest with dear ones 
The brother-priest we love ; 

Who hastened swift, His own to meet 
In Heaven's home above. 

Beautiful and holy 

His memory shall be ; 
In hearts of those who knew Him 

He lives eternally. 

One less to serve the Master 

With loving care below; 
One more in heaven to love Him 

And His sweet Presence know. 



EVENING HOUR 

Mother Mine, My heart is tired, 
And the twilight shadows dear; 

Bring oft an earnest longing 
To have my Mother near. 

Dost thou too, be ever yearning 

Ever thinking of the day ; 
When like the falling Autumn leaves, 

Thine own sped far away? 

But the springtime in its beauty, 
That transcends earth's vision fair; 

Ah, one day it shall be bringing 
To our hearts a gladness rare. 

Then the joy and bliss of union, 
0, my Mother sweet shall be ; 

For in heaven we shall live again 
In a blest Eternity. 



MY JESUS, ARE YOU HERE? 

Art Thou waiting dearest Jesus, 
In Thy tiny home so dear? 

Tell me sweetest Jesus, Master, 
Art Thou waiting for me here? 

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THE VISION OF GETHSEMANE 

I knew not then just what is meant 
Revealed before me there; 

The tragic vision of Gethsemane 
The-Man-God, bowed in prayer. 

The night was dark and shadowy 
Save for one burning light ; 

That showed the way into the cave 
Revealing to my sight. 

An awful picture, as I gazed 

Sorrow and anguish deep 
Bespoke the torture of His soul 

While angels watch did keep. 

Postrate low, I saw Him, 
Trembling with awful dread 

'Father, Thy Will, Not Mine, be done," 
The Anguished-Man God said_ 

The light swift fled, darkness again; 

What meant the vision? Say! 
I dared not fathom, so I tried 

To banish it away. 

Years passed, and lo ; it comes again ; 

Now vividly I see 
The meaning of Gethsemane 

And its dread agony. 

Not as before, ah ! no ! 

For I have learned it well ; 
The lesson of Gethsemane 

Nor human lips can tell. 

The torture of the darkness 
The hours of suffering, lone; 

That we must live, ere we may say 
Its way to us is known. 



CONSOLATION 

Through sorrow's hand be laid upon thee 
Lift thine eyes to "One" on high 
And the Sacred Heart of Jesus, 
Will to His Own, draw nigh. 

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LILIES 

The Master came to the garden, 

The flowers in beauty grew there ; 
And He stooped to the fragrant lilies 

So white in their purity fair. 

He gathered one spotless lily 

And pressed it close to His Heart; 
The lily nesteled in sweet content 

Its life of His own was apart. 

The earth missed the beautiful lily, 

The flowers were lonely too ; 
How they prayed that the Master would come again 

For they, His mission knew. 

The garden was hidden away from sight, 

The Master alone knew where ; 
For the lilies, a part of His own delights 

With the Master, Himself did share. 



CHILDHOOD DAYS 

Come let us hurry, with hearts so gay, 
Off through the meadows and out to play; 
Merrily singing, the echoes are ringing 
With joys of childhood days. 

Gathering daisies, and clover buds too, 
Fresh in the morning, all sparkled with dew ; 
No thought of sadness, our lives full of gladness, 
Sweet joys of childhood days. 



GIRLHOOD DAYS 

Girlhood days, sweet girlhood days 

You are so dear to me; 
My very heart is resonant 

With each fair memory. 

Dear girlhood days, I love you 
Then youthful hearts were light ; 

I throw a loving kiss to you 
The path you trod, was bright. 

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MASTER ! COME ! 

Master my soul hath need of Thee, 

Come in Communion, I pray; 
Light, Thou the path with blessed Faith 

To banish the darkness away. 

Master, my soul hath need of Thee, 

My heart is dry and cold; 
Come with Thy blessed Presence and warmth 

And life to this Heart unfold^ 

Master, my soul hath need of Thee, 

It is unworthy, but still 
It longs for the " Bread of the Strong" to come 

Its heart with new vigor to fill. 

Oh God of my Heart, ever faithful and true 
Come with Thy pure, burning love; 

Absorbing this heart, and drawing it e'er 
To rest in Thy Heart above. 



ANGEL WHISPERINGS 

0, my Mother, may bright angels, 

Guard thee, lovingly tonight ; 
May they whisper loving prayers for you, 

Before God's altar bright. 

May they tell thee of the yearning, 

Of my love for you each day ; 
May they tell thee, dearest Mother 

Of thine own so far away. 



LIGHT AFTER DARKNESS 

Though the clouds hang dark and lowery 
As you gaze on the darkening sky; 

The sun will shine the brighter 

When the storm hath swept you by. 

Fear not tho' the tempest rages, 
For the sunlight of God's love; 

Will shine and gleam the brighter 
From its endless "Sun" above. 

The clouds but hide the beauty 
Of the sun's intenseness e'er; 

The storm must come and go, but God 
Hath o'er you, loving care. 

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BREATH 0' MY HEART 

I loved the glorious sunshine, 
The gurgling streams and rills'; 

The fields of grain, the woodland flowers, 
And towering magic hills. 

It was so wide and beautiful, 
This great world then for me ; 

You wonder that my heart these thoughts, 
Speaks forth in poetry. 

God's gift, not mine, to use for Him, 

For He was in them all ; 
'Tis mete that I should thank Him, 

And His dear gifts recall. 



THE MAY QUEEN'S CHOSEN FLOWER 

Two little arms uplifted, 

' ' Oh Mother, or Daddy, Come quick, ' ' 
For the shadows of death were gath'ring 

Around Him fast and thick. 

Two deep blue eyes were tearful 

Two lips were quivering so; 
But absent the arms to save him 

Alone to his death he must go. 

And oh, the tracherous waters 
As they closed above his head — 

How pitilessly they sent him 
Down to that river bed. 

No good-night kiss to wait for 

No stories for Mother to tell ; 
But up in the beautiful heavens, 

A pure little soul will dwell. 

Awaiting with joy, the dawning 

Of the last, and final day ; 
When Mother and Daddy and lov'd ones come 

He will meet them on their way. 

And the star of the Sea, our Mother, 
Preserved him from breath of sin ; 

While angels lovingly welcomed 
The tiny suppliant in. 

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MY GOD AND MY ALL 

Oft in the days and nights it came, 
His voice on my ears did fall ; 
And lovingly then I answered Him, 
"Thou art my God, and my All." 

He led me away from loved ones 

Thru ways that His Presence did light ; 

He showed me two paths and where they led ; 

And traced by His Blood was the right. 

He blessed me and imprinted 

On my heart the seal of His Love ; 

And His own, was missioned and strengthened 

To teach of His home above. 

I meet Him each day in Communion, 
I hear the beloved call, 
With heart full of love I answer 
"Sweet Jesus, my God and my All." 



JESUS, I AM THINE FOREVER. 

All the day my works and actions 
Through these words are offered ever; 
Kept in blessed, loving union 
"Jesus, I am Thine forever." 

Through the hours of silent suffering 
To His throne are borne aloft ; 
Pleading for the souls most needy, 
To His heart I send them oft. 

When 'midst dangerous ways He leads me 
In my heart I say, ' ' 0, never 
Let me from Your love e 'er stray, 
Jesus, I am Thine, forever." 



COURAGE 



Weary not of the constant struggle 
The Master knows thou art weak; 

But even as He, in His suff 'rings 
Remain ever patient and meek. 

But count them precious, thy suff 'rings 
Though their purpose, thou may'st not see; 

They measure the distance always 
'Twixt time and Eternity. 

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THE LAST FAREWELL 

Sweetly the last murmured Ave 

O'er the lov'd one now has been said; 

Softly and sadly we murmur 
The last farewell to our dead. 

For somehow we see them nearer 
In the light of earth 's parting glow ; 

Though soon in the light of Eternity, 
The same loving hearts we shall know. 

Gone, so swiftly, yet ever, 

The pain of that last farewell ; 

Seems crushing the hearts that linger, 
As in heartfelt prayers they tell. 

That love for the Master is strongest 
And the cross He has lovingly sent ; 

Is welcome, though in sorrow and anguish 
The hearts of His own are bent. 



THROUGH MARY TO JESUS 

I have come to thee, sweet Mother, 

With my offerings today; 
In your loving hands I place them 

Purify each one I pray. 

None are worthy, dearest Mother, 
Of the love He showed for me; 

But 'tis all I have to give Him ; 
So I give them all through thee. 

He will not despise them Mother 
Though they are so very small ; 

Given through His own dear mother, 
He will bless each one and all. 

Tell, tell Him, Mother, Mary, 
That the prayer of this poor heart ; 

Is to be with Him forever, 
Buried in His Sacred Heart. 

I must leave thee, now dear Mother, 
But this wayward heart of mine ; 

Longs to be united 

With thy Son's dear Heart, and thine. 

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MATER DOLOROSA, MEMENTO ME 

Far up the heights, I know 'tis there 

The hill of Calvary ; 
Its way is rough and rugged, 

Through mists I cannot see. 

1 only see the Master, 

Who goes before to show, 
I, too, the cross must carry 

If I, His love would know. 

How oft He turns to meet me 

His Sacred Eyes meet mine ; 
Filled with compassion and with love, 

With tenderness, divine. 

The Mother of all Sorrows 

Close to Him, bids me stay; 
With loving hands she guides me 

And bids me "watch and pray." 

The hill of Calvary looms near 

Upon its brow I see ; 
The Man-God raised 'midst scoff and shame 

To die in agony. 

Beneath the cross with her I stand 

My prayer on Calvary ; 
"Oh, Mother of all Sorrows, 

Do thou remember me." 



BEHOLD I STAND AT THE DOOR AND KNOCK 

Ah, Child, canst thou not hear me, 

I, Who am so near; 
Knocking without this heart of thine ; 

Tell Me, canst thou not hear? 

'Tis ivy-grown, and closed to Me, 

Yet I would enter there ; 
Refuse it not, cherished one, 

Though earthly flowers bloom fair. 

It must be opened from within, 
And fain I 'am lingering now ; 

The Master stands without and knocks, 
"For Me, no love hast thou?" 

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SISTER MARY XAVIER 

Requiem, how sweetly it lingers 

Around the dear one at rest ; 

How sweetly she sleeps in the Heart of her God 

Who called when the hour was best. 

Long years have passed in His sevvice, 
Since she knelt at His Altar to say, 
The blessed words that bound her in life, 
Til death should call her away. 

No warning He gave to His chosen, 
Save only to watch and pray; 
'The Master will come you know not when, 
Nor the hour of night or day." 

He came and she met Him alone, 
No loving heart was near, 
To breathe in the hour of parting 
Sacred words of prayer so dear. 

She met Him alone, the Bride of Christ, 
Sealed with the mark of His Love, 
She has gone from us here forever, 
United with Him, above. 



PROFESSION 



Sweet was the voice of the Master, 

Above earth's melody, 
When He claimed His Own forever, 

And whispered "follow Me." 

Loving the heart that answered 
Who gave her All, to Him there ; 

Beautiful then the holocaust 
Of sacrifice and of prayer. 

Angels rejoiced at the union 

The King and the child of His Love ; 

While echoes of heavenly music 
Resounded in realms' above. 

Only His creature, but dearer now, 
He calls her His own lov 'd Spouse ; 

And He leaves her the pledge of fidelity 
In the seal of the Sacred Vows. 

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